Fates, Flowers
by MATTHEW WATERHOUSE
Sara Smith is one of the most monstrous characters you could hope not to meet.
She lives in Greenwich Village - on life insurance courtesy of her late husband - but she has fallen into a dreary routine: work in a card shop by day - where she is the rudest sales clerk imaginable - and weary evenings passed in the same cellar bar, night after night, with the same old people.
But when she meets, and seduces, a gorgeous boy called Steve, she has no idea what she is getting herself into.
Neither has he.
Neither will you.
